Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass
(Also known as "A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky")
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily.
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long had paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?
-Lewis Carroll
(From the book "Through The Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There")
(Also known as "A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky")
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily.
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long had paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?
-Lewis Carroll
(From the book "Through The Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There")
This poem is a (kinda) title-less poem at the end of the book. The beginning letters of each line, when put together, spell Alice Pleasance Liddell.
Alice Liddell seemed to be a real girl and she was the inspiration for the story.
(Rumor has it that Lewis Carroll was a pedophile and liked the real-life Alice. O_o)
Well I'm not going to accept or reject any rumors. I'm just going to know they exist, but I'm not going to acknowledge it, since Lewis Carroll is the writer of one of my favourite books (next to Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club of course).
Hush-a-by lady (Lewis Carroll)
Hush-a-by lady, in Alice's lap!
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap:
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball --
Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice,
and all!
Hush-a-by baby (Mother Goose)
Hush-a-by Baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
Down tumbles baby, cradle, and all.
HA. I prefer Lewis Carroll's version. Mother goose is a sick baby killer!
Okay, that was random. But I just had to slip it in, somewhere.
Well anyways, Alice is barely an obsession of mine, it's just a pure interest I check from time to time. What really catches me though is the odd whimsical and cheekiness of the writing.
It's so fun sometimes in this awkward way. =D
(Psst... I still haven't got the original unabridged versions of Wonderland and the Looking-Glass yet. Someone mind getting me a leather bound one? =D )
(Oh fine I know, DREAM ON.)
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